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Miles to Nowhere

Sometime around 2:30 this morning I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep. I tried, tried hard (not sure how one does that exactly, but I tried), but to no avail. An hour later I gave up and got out of bed. I plopped my ass in front of the computer and was going to start writing, but didn’t. Instead I picked up my regular routine of surfing the internets and catching up on some reading on the Salvation Site.

It does cost some of my hard earned, and sometimes scarce bread. But when it came down to it I could spend that money on some fancy bike shit that would drop the weight of my rig by 10 grams or something silly like that, or I could join a community of like minded, committed individuals. This investment will ultimately pay a much higher dividend then that carbon whatever. This kind of stuff matters! Mr Frieh has talked a lot about the depth of knowledge on the site and I’m glad I took the plunge.

Once the lady got up and I heard the shower stop I started her breakfast to help her along on her day. From there I absconded with her mac one of my favorites “Kissing a Fool” and headed down to the basement to get some dry “miles” in and test out my new/used saddle. This is my third session on the trainer, my

Brand new seat, like a brand new ride.

second one in row and the longest I’ve spent on it to date (90 minutes). It’s hard to think of a winter of this. I think it will get easier. I hope it will get easier.

At first I thought that I wouldn’t watch any movies during these sessions, but my will was broken before I even got downstairs. Yesterday I got some nerdy-ass bike movies, but decided against watching them. I don’t think the movie distracted me from the task at hand too much. Plus with a view likethis, you need a bit of distraction.

The trainer is a different trip all together. I always knew that actual riding was much much different, but here there is no place to hide. When you hammer your ass up a hill you at least get to coast back down. Sadly, there is no elevation change when you’re spinning to nowhere. In the end my average speed is slower, but I think I’ve done more work since there is coasting. But I could also be making an excuse for shaving a mile per hour off my average. I haven’t decided yet.

A reminder. Tapped to my top tube the day after I was schooled on NW Skyline.